I was dating two girls simultaneously: one was a virgin and the other a slut. Both words rolled off my tongue and into their mouths each time I saw them, and they whispered them back to me like buried secrets.
One afternoon––with the virgin, it was always afternoon––we sat in the park, hidden behind the roses where only the geese could see us. Her sundress made spring blush, and her thighs glistened as light glanced off soft hair.
“You taste so good,” I whispered, kissing her lips after long hours between her legs. It was as far as we ever went, but we went there every chance we got. She kissed me back, asking me to say it again, and when I offered her fingers, she sucked them between her lips with a shy laugh.
“I want you to do something for me,” she whispered as she pinned me on my back and looked down with a grin.
Two hours later, I was a different boy.
We sat sharing a cigarette––the slut always gave me cigarettes––on the hood of my car as we looked up at the stars. We kissed in between drags, and her tight jeans and braless tank-top reminded me of every guy she fucked.
“Leah asked me to share something,” I said, wondering if she’d go along. If there was any jealousy between them, it was unspoken, but still, everything was new and uncertain.
“She’s so sweet,” Jessie purred, her hand on my cock over my jeans. “What did the little girl want?”
I pulled her in for a kiss, holding her hand where it was. She gasped into my breath as I gripped her ass and her breast at the same time. When I let her go, she stared at me with hungry curiosity.
Her eyes glittered with starlight and her hair smelled of summer. As I held her head firmly in my hands, she licked her lips. When I undid my belt, she smiled, and with familiar ease, she slipped to the ground in front of my car.
“She wants me to suck your cock? I was going to do that anyway.”
“It’s not just that,” I moaned, watching her release me into her hands. “She wants to know if you can tell….”
Jessie opened her mouth around me as her hand slid up and down my shaft.
But what began as a familiar routine instantly turned into something else; soon she was taking me deep into her throat, sucking the head of my cock, and then licking me up and down with rabid attention.
Each time I tried to stop her, she resisted until all I could do was lean back on the warm hood and let go, coming in her mouth again and again as she joyfully swallowed.
When she stood up and kissed me, it was with a shake of her head.
“Fuck, she tastes good. I didn’t realize she fucked.”
“It was her first time.”
“And she told you to do that? She wanted me to taste her pussy on your cock?”
Jessie stood next to me and lit another cigarette, licking the last of my come off a finger before handing me the smoke. I nodded and took a drag as I held her close; we lay back on the car and stared up at the faint stars above.
“I think she wanted you to know. Maybe even get a little jealous.”
“Why would I get jealous? I got to taste virgin pussy on your cock. Besides, she’s adorable. Also, you’re going to have to fuck me at least twice tonight to make up for it.”
I took another drag before handing the cigarette back. Jessie and I always had to find somewhere to fuck, and it was rarely easy.
“Where are we gonna do it?”
“Get in and drive,” she said.
Twenty minutes later, as I lay between her legs, fucking her in the backseat of the car with her feet on the glass, I swore I saw a light go off upstairs in the house across the street. And as I gazed up, overwhelmed and more than a little bit anxious, Leah’s smiling face appeared against the window.
“I hope she likes how it tastes too,” Jessie said, pulling me back for a kiss as she clenched around me while both of us trembled in the moonlight.